untitled by Megan Brim on Flickr.
infinite love of roadtrips gives me an affinity for shots out car windows
In the silence, I remembered this one time I never told anybody about. The time we were walking. Just the three of us. And I was in the middle. I don’t remember where we were walking to or where we were walking from. I don’t even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.
